ebonics droppin when he know i shut him down like computers on reload/
and leave him in a bloddy gel like Dr.Shoals foot soles/
you scramblin but like San Diego i'm Charger(chargin) from tha bull pin/
cause ya'll beatin me is bout as loudly as drums to woodwinds/
and good win what ya not seeing like tha star on a phone ya gettin pounded/
bringing tha punshiment to tha table like parents that say ya grounded/
surrounded by true lyric ya are bout as fake as fictional novels/
ya no Tyson Beckford cause he can't catwalk a rhyme if he was model/